Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Burundi and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Smog to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Reagan Youth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
The Doors,
Quadrant,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Byron Stingily,
The Dead C,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Zero Boys,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
Anakelly,
The Fugs,
Livin' Joy,
The Shadows of Knight,
Schoolly D,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Juan Atkins,
Lou Christie,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Cymande,
KRS-One,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Joy Division,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pulsallama,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Audionom,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Whodini,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Eve St. Jones,
The Invisible,
Glenn Branca,
Bang On A Can,
U.S. Maple,
B.T. Express,
The Moody Blues,
Ornette Coleman,
the Soft Cell,
Amazonics,
The Standells,
Minny Pops,
Crash Course in Science,
Soulsonic Force,
The Searchers,
Archie Shepp,
Theoretical Girls,
Matthew Bourne,
H. Thieme,
Bizarre Inc.,
John Coltrane,
Kaleidoscope,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.